*knocks on glass*
Um, hello? Yes, hello.
It’s your Queen, duh. I have a request because something really off the wall and on the radar took place. It has me a little nervous.
Several of you I communicate with through certain privacy ensured applications. There are reasons for this, and those reasons are ours, and that is how they will stay.
However, today, I had a man call my phone. He asked if this was a business called Ask A Bitchface… I, of course, said yes, is there something I can do for you, or are you just updating the fucking yellow pages today?
Here it is though. He said “I’m just calling to find out what type of business this is. My girlfriends location keeps pinging there, but that’s not where she’s at.”
Ok, yea. So, I did the thing. The “I don’t know how the fuck that could be because I’m not your girlfriend, and I’m here, and she’s not here”.
However, I’m not there, haven’t been in two days, and I didn’t have any camera notifications, so I know better. But I wasn’t going to let the conversation go any further, because, no, this fucking possessive, tracking down an alleged “girlfriend”, pointedly asking questions shit won’t go on for another sentence.
I said, “I’m an author. If she’s a reader, I just had an eBook Bogo, that’s probably what it is.”
That’s definitely not what it is, because I checked my check-ins and there aren’t any other than those I recognize. So, for my girls who keep in touch with me in the apps, can you please reach out, and just say hello?
I would really appreciate it.
I didn’t say anything outside of the above conversation. Not a peep about nada, so if it should happen to be, all is still as it was, ok? But, seriously, just check in. It gave me a nasty feeling. It was the kind of weird that isn’t ever good.
Random always brings fuckery.
And, if you need me, for whatever reason…I will always have your back. I am here for a check in, a coffee date, a phone call from the Publix Deli…whatever. It’s as it always was. I have your back.
Everyone please be safe. It seems like the hotter the weather gets, the more stupid and petty these assholes who like to beat on us get. Let’s just get through to the fall, and then we’re a season closer to safety.
If you aren’t safe to have a convo, hit me on any of the “author” links on any site you see my logo. I answer, every single time. I promise you, you’re not yelling into an abyss. I also use signal and WhatsApp, so get at me either way if privacy is a major concern.
If you need resources, an Uber, help with an exit plan, a list for your go-bag, or any of the other thousand things I know it takes to leave, get at me. I’ve got nothing but time. Obviously, I’m an author. God knows we aren’t doing much and bitching about what we manage to pull off the printer as though our wrists have snapped from the strain of it all.
Actually, that’s just me. I’ve a flair for the dramatic, fucking sue me.
That’s all. Take care of yourselves. I love y’all.
Q
That scared the crap out of me. It’s frankly chilling. I hope she reaches out to you so we know that she’s okay. 💜
HE IS FULL OF SHIT! Your internet facing software knows what you've searched on the internet, what ads you responded to, where you get your internet service, and much, more. It has a long memory. All this contributes to the guesses it makes. But if you actually want to discover a particular user’s or particular phone’s exact location, that can also be termed pinging. The reasons for pinging are varied; while police stations and detective agencies use legal software to ping cellphones and track down perpetrators and suspects.